The breath was quiet and quiet, and a lamp room lit up, on the other side of the sight.

Yan Fan Geran looked back and looked at the young woman dressed in white who was better than snow, her laziness slowly came into view, her long black and soft hair, set off the snow-like skin, and she wanted a rainbow to surprise the falling rain, and landed gracefully beside her, there is no other language to describe it.

Her muzi had a faint coldness, silently staring at the wind and rain outside the window, her slender jade hands delicately supported her lubricated chin, and her red lips opened slightly, are you really not sleepy?

The language in his ears was charming and soft, so that Qin Yan's posture was a little blurred under the dim red candle color.

The crisp wind chimes, accompanied by the most primitive roar between heaven and earth, the violent wind and rain, such as burning, the electric light suddenly crisscrossed and horizontally, stayed at the tip of the mountaintop, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving darkness again.

The wind chimes are clear, and they are closer, closer to this shelter in the storm.

The human heart is boiling, retaining an undying desire.

The carriage came slowly, clear, clear, and stopped, with the blood that had not yet faded.

Under the purple embroidered umbrella, the handsome and extraordinary son, lazy and neat, shook off the willow branch in his hand, and said with a smile, Brother Mo,

The younger brother is one step ahead.

His shadow, step by step, walked into the shop, the light shone on the purple embroidered umbrella, the people in the carriage, no words, a black robe also a little foggy, the curve of the handsome face, symbolizing the fortitude of a man.

So in the dark night, Ge Ran heard a crisp whine of water droplets sticking to it, piercing the air.